format

this playlist of posts is now set to shuffle.
i save the entries to my hard drive as i write them, and i post them when i feel it appropriate -- not necessarily in the order they were written.

the result, dear reader, is intended to entertain and confuse you.

get fucked.

i mean, thank you.

11.20.2006

real pain

Sitting in my cubicle in front of my computer, I take note that apparently my job is so displeasing that I've unconsiously developed the habit of plucking hairs from inside my nostrils when I'm sitting here alone. This should be painful, but its not. Not really.

11.16.2006

tele phony

I catch myself thinking one of my recurring thoughts, how I need to just get away from everyone, how the idea of communication is facetious when everyone is so shallow. Its at this moment I realize that the page in front of me is a Skype page explaining how their internet phone works. I can't understand why I spend so much time working with telecommunications when I want to get the hell away from everyone.